Transfiguration

We went up the mountain knowing
Something might happen: well indeed it did.
He started praying, his glory flowing,
Light like a thousand suns: a truth unhid.
Elijah and Moses stood with him,
I wanted to build dwellings for them,
As the dazzling whiteness made my head swim,
Was this my Lord? My mind snapped at the stem.
He was the Son, the beloved, we must
Listen to him the voice said – said my God
My Christ, son of the living God, my trust,
A living vision before death was trod.
He lives and glows again, we too shall glow,
In his light forever, his glory show.

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